youtube/watch?v=2QT5eGHCJdE Shadows settle on the place, that you left. Our minds are troubled by the emptiness. Destroy the middle, its a waste of time. From the perfect start to the finish line. And if youre still breathing, youre the lucky ones. Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs. Setting fire to our insides for fun Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong The lovers that went wrong. We are the reckless, We are the wild youth Chasing visions of our futures One day well reveal the truth That one will die before he gets there. And if youre still bleeding, youre the lucky ones. Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Sep 2014 02:58:59 +0000
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